Confession of an Idiot There was a big hard knot in the middle of my chest ever since I knew myself…I ran, I sang, I swore, I kicked the ground, I played ball, I fought, I won, I lost…I ran…I ran…I ran…stood on top of a hill…on the cliff…o-n-t-h-e-c-l-i—f-f…knot was there…still in the middle of…

Thank you all for your the kind emails and enthusiastic replies. Here is the story with its best ending: It was a few months after her sudden, unexpected resignation. The part of her that seemed and sounded mad to others quietly shouted at her million times: “Fuck that! Fuck that fucking vicious circle! Fuck it…